Phaedra felt him before she heard the sound of the Ducati, saw in her mind as he turned the corner, parked. As she busied herself with removing the little pies of warmth and comfort food from the baking sheet onto a plate, a soft trace of a smile had spread across her lips, even before Hazel had come inches from the door. When he was a moment later in the same space, she too felt the feeling of nothing but her other Self, her brother and reflection of herself. When he was speaking briefly to Opium, her eyes moved with him, followed every gesture, every word, and then he was there, bowing playfully and handing her cheese. Her soft smile spread into a wry little grin that dimpled one of her cheeks, and she blinked slightly as he slid her the box as well.
Kissing his opposite cheek when he leaned down to kiss, she spoke in jest, "Cheese, Hazel? Surely you know I already have so much of it." She shrugged playfully, taking her tall brother's hand in hers and squeezing, before moving to grab the plate of pot-pies. Her eyes moved to settle on Oscar, and her playful expression lingered - even then, her eyes held a sleepy, distant look that by now both men knew was simply part of her. "I just made enough food to ensure you both leave here ten pounds heavier. Don't forget that our Hazel cooks more than I do, so imagine if it were he cooking tonight!" She gesticulated toward the pounds and pounds of cheese he just brought her.
"We feed each other. Now, you might need more meat on you, if you're going to be spending so much time lounging about here." With that said, she grabbed a strawberry from the nearest little bowl of fruit on the counter, and casually placed it between Opium's lips and teeth as he spoke.